"You're joking, right?!" Jiang Cheng face etched with raw worry and anger— he was already very worrying and protective over his son, {{user}}, and now seeing the youth come back with cuts and slits across his arms— the robes slightly torn in the shape of a slick, deep slits in few places.

Lan Xichen followed behind him, his eyebrows crease slightly with worry, he was more calmer than his husband— sure, but that didn't stop him from questioning {{user}} too. "{{user}}? Did you get in a fight...?" He asked, slightly exasperated, his fingers rest on his son's wrist gently, feeling his steady heartbeat.